One of the most romantic and cherished gifts bestowed upon me by my love {I’m speaking of Thomas, of course!} is The Complete Poems of Emily Dickenson. Known for her reclusiveness, Ms. Dickenson is most notable for her dark, intense poetry dealing with death and immortality.
But, there is one poem that I love. It’s sweet and romantic, girly, and someday, I’d love to have it read at my wedding.
An excerpt:
Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!
The bride, and then the bride groom, the two, and then the one,
Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
the life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,
Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.
The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,
None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;
The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
and they make merry wedding, whose guests are a hundred leaves;
The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,
And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.
The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,
The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,
Their spirits meet together, they make them solemn vows,
No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night undo day is married, morn unto eventide;
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
and Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Now to the application to the reading of the roll,
To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:
Thou art a human solo a being cold, and lone
Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap’st what thou hast sown.
Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,
And a deal of sad reflection, and a wailing instead of song?
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Very romantical!
Liz